He waits for him under the pale, flickering lights of the old street light at midnight. Their routine has been solidified since they were young. It's quiet now, as it always is, and if anything, Kiyotaka Ishimaru is grateful for that at least. His solid, striped tail twitches, patchy white and black ears swiveling. He looks as poised and graceful as his ancestors, a black-and-white tiger waiting under the yellow light.
The roar of a motorcycle engine alerts Kiyotaka to another's presence, and he becomes alert as the huge black beast screeches to a halt beside him under the street lamp. There he is, Mondo Oowada, that stupid shit-eating grin that Kiyotaka has become so familiar with on his face. Kiyotaka's ears twitch and his eyes narrow, but he turns to look at Mondo anyway. His sense of timing is impeccable.
Mondo extends his hand, and the beast takes it, his body changing quickly from tiger to human. Kiyotaka straddles the back of the motorcycle, taking the helmet from Mondo and clipping it securely over his head (that's one thing that hasn't changed), resting his chin on Mondo's shoulder and wrapping his arms around his stomach.
"You're quiet today."
"Just drive."
The other gives a soft laugh, but he obeys, starting up the engine and sending shockwaves of adrenaline through both of their bodies. They have a hunt to get to, after all.
They were gone as quickly as they'd came, disappearing into the darkness of the city limits.